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Part I (the try)
Whenever we start something new,
it starts with a BANG,
it just has to, it just has to, it just fuckin has to...
We leave no stone unturned to start it with a BANG... Dabaanng..!!!
and then as time passes, hours pass into days, passing into months
and then just before the year ends
the bang fizzles out and shit remains.
a cola without fizz, beach without a breeze, ice without the freeze.... what the fuck.
Now you know why this blog is dying a slow death.
no rhyme, no reason, money from adsense, funny,
fuckin hell they thought this was non-sense.
some bullshit, some time-pass.
They say it is not allowed in south asia, a blog gotta be 6 months old
pakistan, afganisthan, taliban, india, indonesia,
fuckin third world terrorist countries, ugly fat naked people livin in poverties.
they just put me off, thinkin i'm just some Indian jack-off,
Fuck you, Fuck me, why... just fuck-off.
fuck you google, fuck this shit, fuck this stage, fuck their money
fuck the birds fuck the bees and even fuck their honey..!! phew.
Part II (the fail)
The enthusiasm, the energy just leaves through the back door.
Like a stand-up comedian, who just couldn't make the audience laugh.
He tried hard, every joke in the book,
chronologically adjusted as per increasing number of laughs.
He always started from the last page, where the laughs roared the most.
Mostly below the belt, round the corner, just getting ready to jump over the cliff.
It works,
it always worked. But not this time...
one can always stop from heading towards failure,
one can always stop from failing again and again
or even failing the first time.
One can just alter the path, take a step back..... but most forget to turn.
Part III (the satire)
But sometimes, just sometimes, it might be fun to fail.
Fun to just sit back and watch the world pass by,
fun to be laid-back, fun to forget everything
and fun to not to care jack-shit about anything...
I decided to have some fun of my own........
started with much fanfare, started with some ganja and a little more gaaja-baaja
but now my blog is dying a slow death.
Help,
not me, not my blog... help those who help themselves.
This blog is mine and it is dying and fuck everybody & everything for seeing it die.
Millions die everyday, who cares about one fuckin blog anyway.
I do. Trust me, i won't let it die anyday, any which way...
Part I (the try)
Why does this happen...??
it starts with a BANG,
it just has to, it just has to, it just fuckin has to...
We leave no stone unturned to start it with a BANG... Dabaanng..!!!
and then as time passes, hours pass into days, passing into months
and then just before the year ends
the bang fizzles out and shit remains.
a cola without fizz, beach without a breeze, ice without the freeze.... what the fuck.
Now you know why this blog is dying a slow death.
no rhyme, no reason, money from adsense, funny,
fuckin hell they thought this was non-sense.
some bullshit, some time-pass.
They say it is not allowed in south asia, a blog gotta be 6 months old
pakistan, afganisthan, taliban, india, indonesia,
fuckin third world terrorist countries, ugly fat naked people livin in poverties.
they just put me off, thinkin i'm just some Indian jack-off,
Fuck you, Fuck me, why... just fuck-off.
fuck you google, fuck this shit, fuck this stage, fuck their money
fuck the birds fuck the bees and even fuck their honey..!! phew.
Part II (the fail)
The enthusiasm, the energy just leaves through the back door.
Like a stand-up comedian, who just couldn't make the audience laugh.
He tried hard, every joke in the book,
chronologically adjusted as per increasing number of laughs.
He always started from the last page, where the laughs roared the most.
Mostly below the belt, round the corner, just getting ready to jump over the cliff.
It works,
it always worked. But not this time...
Do you know what is the worst part of failure...
knowing that you are headed towards it.
No,
not that one cannot do anything about it,one can always stop from heading towards failure,
one can always stop from failing again and again
or even failing the first time.
One can just alter the path, take a step back..... but most forget to turn.
Part III (the satire)
But sometimes, just sometimes, it might be fun to fail.
Fun to just sit back and watch the world pass by,
fun to be laid-back, fun to forget everything
and fun to not to care jack-shit about anything...
I decided to have some fun of my own........
started with much fanfare, started with some ganja and a little more gaaja-baaja
but now my blog is dying a slow death.
Help,
not me, not my blog... help those who help themselves.
This blog is mine and it is dying and fuck everybody & everything for seeing it die.
Millions die everyday, who cares about one fuckin blog anyway.
I do. Trust me, i won't let it die anyday, any which way...
Thefallenhero
100% for life, 10% after death,
110% in sales, 99% till my last breath.
No stress, no tension, no money, no life...
No home, no laptop, no net, no blog, what the fuck, this blog was a real dud.
Nothing's real about the fallenhero, I retain my take, 99% is still in my blood.
